"The avenue is short and short, the universe is extended, the road is born with tattoos, and the blood is ...... because of the bones."

Yang Jian's heart echoed with the sound of the Great Dao, the voice could not be described, let alone what words could be used to describe it.

He was so immersed in this state that he didn't notice the change in time at all, and he didn't know what was going on outside.

It's just that he wholeheartedly consulted the Great Dao, seized this opportunity, and completely absorbed the blood of the war witches that had been stored for an unknown number of years, and also dissolved the little war intent and tyrannical will left in it, leaving no hidden dangers.

But instead of waking up, he began to practice in retreat.

This war witch blood has given him too many benefits.

And this war witch who died here is also very powerful, and he has touched the threshold of the great witch, and the blood on his body has become extremely pure, containing a more vigorous Pangu will than ordinary war witches.

The blurry picture that Yang Jian visualized alone was already a great opportunity!

Not to mention, Yang Jian took this opportunity to open the shackles and reached the true limit of the first level of the Eight or Nine Xuangong in one fell swoop, forging the bones like flawless white jade, and the muscles and flesh were even forged like the Wu clan's battle body, and then continued to sing and triumph, stepping into the second level of the Eight or Nine Xuangong!

This is not a breakthrough in the ordinary sense of the word!

When Yang Jian broke through the shackles set by heaven and earth, a sense of realization and induction arose in his heart.

Only by breaking through the shackles of heaven and earth at the beginning of the first layer and touching the first limit can you truly embark on the road of physical sanctification!

Otherwise, the eight or nine Xuangong is just a mysterious and clever method of forging the body.

And Yang Jian was the first Xuangong practitioner to take this step!

From now on, all those who practice the Eight or Nine Xuangong in the flood wilderness should be the most different from Yang Jian!

Other Yang Jian may not know that in the future, Yuan Hong, the eldest of the Meishan brothers, is actually also a cultivator of Eight or Nine Xuangong, and his combat power is strong, but he is not as powerful as the original Yang Jian when he was a god.

From now on, Yang Jian can shake his head and chuckle, as long as he continues to break through the limit and break the shackles all the way, after encountering Yuan Hong, I am afraid that he can take down the other party directly.

Why don't other practitioners break the shackles left by heaven and earth?

In addition to not being able to find a way, I am afraid that it is also related to today's great world.

First of all, those who can obtain the Eight or Nine Xuangong must be the disciples of the three sects of the Daomen, and they are also disciples who are suitable for cultivating the physical body.

The mainstream of Taoism is to follow the heavens and the earth, and take advantage of the momentum of heaven and earth, this kind of thinking is deep-rooted, and few disciples will break and dare to break the shackles of heaven and earth, which is one of them.

And the first weight of the Eight or Nine Xuangong is already very miraculous, and when the cultivation reaches perfection, it can lift a weight of 9,999 catties with one arm, and immediately after the perfection, he begins to practice the second weight, which is the second.

Of course, there are naturally people like Yang Jian, who can feel 'satisfactory dissatisfaction', but when they explore upward, they encounter the shackles of heaven and earth, and they don't know how to break this shackles at all.

Most of the disciples of the second generation of Daomen are already powerful in the world, but they are really few people who refine the body, and they have not studied the eight or nine Xuangong.

That's the third one.

Of course, the main reason is that there are too few eight or nine Xuangong practitioners.

Even the Yuding Zhenren who passed on the gong to Yang Jian may not know that there are heaven and earth shackles in the first level of the eight or nine Xuangong......

Now, Yang Jian got a pool of war witch blood by chance, and thus pried open the first shackle.

Time also, life also.

But then, after Yang Jian's practice, there was a bitterness in his heart.

That's the first thing!

It's just the simplest first weight!

If he wants to reach the limit, he needs such a treasure, and in the future realm, it will be difficult and heavy, and every step will be like ascending to the sky!

But if he is allowed to give up breaking through the limit, just to enter the next level of consummation, Yang Jian is very unwilling and unwilling in his heart!

Just because when he broke through the shackles and reached the limit, that kind of exuberance, that kind of comfort, that kind of heartiness that increased several times or ten times his strength, was really a great temptation for cultivators!

Meditation practice, meditation practice.

The ghost knows what the second layer needs to break through, and Yang Jian wants to break through on his own.

He didn't know what his strength was, but there was an inexplicable battle intent in his heart, he wanted to wait for those monks to come in, and then he stood up, laughed three times, and weighed his fists with those guys!

Although the idea ...... Ignore the fact that he was undressed......

However, Yang Jian does have this kind of confidence at this time, and he also has the strength to support this confidence.

It's a pity that Yang Jian finished absorbing a pool of precious blood, and still didn't hear any sound of breaking the wall.

He was not in a hurry, he continued to practice, and he just didn't call from outside.

The realm of the first weight of boiling bones and forging tendons has been very stable, and the physical body has laid an incomparably solid foundation, one punch can break the green mountains, and one kick can break the mountains.

The second important experience is to exchange blood six times, and sublimate the power of the flesh to the fullest!

With the power of the blood of the war witch, Yang Jian had already completed four blood exchanges, and the blood in his body had already shown a crystal bright red, if his blood coagulated, it would be as dazzling as a ruby.

And at this time, the power contained in the blood around Yang Jian's body is even more amazing!

Eighty-nine Xuangong is extremely mysterious, when Yang Jian fights against people, in addition to mobilizing the power of the body's limbs and hundreds of veins, he can also make the blood surge and bless himself!

If the blood of the whole body boils, Yang Jian's own strength can be doubled in an instant, and this is only the effect of four blood exchanges!

And after six blood exchanges, this effect may be doubled!

Uh, no......

Yang Jian realized Xuangong, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The second level of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, called the blood transfer, each blood exchange is a rebirth, with six blood exchanges as the consummation, and five blood exchanges can be practiced as the third one.

But why the number 'six'?

It should be nine!

Could it be that this is where the second shackle lies? Thinking of the next three blood exchanges, he had to break through the limit three times in a row in order to truly grasp the essence of the second level of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, and Yang Jian cried for a while in his heart.

These eight or nine Xuangong are really ......

It's too hard to practice! It's too hard! It's too hard!

But if this is not the case, how can we stand above the billions of cultivators?

It can only be said that as soon as you enter this path, you are already destined to pay a hundredfold or a thousand times the price of other monks in order to be extremely brilliant and stand between heaven and earth.

After practicing for a long time, Yang Jian finally broke open his heavy eyes, feeling as if his eyes were stupefied.

He looked at the stone chamber that seemed to be unchanged, and scratched his head for a while, wondering if the monks were too wasteful, or if something was going on outside, and no one bothered him at all.

Just wanted to stand up, but Yang Jian was surprised to find that he seemed to be embedded in a stone, and the skin around his body was hard.

As soon as I struggled a little harder, I heard the sound of 'click' shattering, and layer after layer of 'gravel' fell around me.

It took a long time for Yang Jian to jump out of the dry pool.

When I turned around, the pool was filled with a black-gray stone flake, half an inch thick, and it was faintly able to piece together a human figure sitting cross-legged.

This is the waste that I discharged from four blood exchanges.

After standing up, Yang Jian's back door suddenly tightened for a while, and he heard a 'poof' sound, and Yang Jian's whole person was much more comfortable.

He was relieved, but the small stone room instantly became smoky, and even he, the initiator, couldn't bear it, so he covered his mouth and nose and rushed to the closed stone door of the stone room.

Stretching out his hand to push, he felt that he hadn't used much strength, but the stone door exploded, revealing a long corridor outside the stone room......

A gust of wind blew, Yang Jian felt a little cool all over his body, and when he looked down, his skin was crystal clear, and the blood vessels inside were clearly visible.

Hurriedly ran Xuan Gong to put away such a strange scene, found clothes to put on himself, and then carefully walked out of the corridor.

At this time, he had not yet cultivated the path of the Yuan Shen, but with the great step forward of Xuan Gong, the power of his soul was also many times stronger, and he was already able to release his spiritual sense to probe a hundred zhang in a circle.

No one?

He seemed to be underground, and following the road all the way up, Yang Jian arrived at a portal, which was the stone tablet that sent him directly into the Blood.

There was an inexplicable emotion in his heart, and he didn't know how much time had passed since this retreat, but he felt that the time was not short.

"Go out and settle accounts with that evil woman named Qinglian!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, controlled his strength this time, gently pushed down the stone tablet, and then ...... It was embarrassing to find that the stele did not move at all.

"Ahem!"

This time, he used a lot of strength and slowly pushed it on the stele, and the stele slowly moved outward, but it didn't make Yang Jian ugly for the second time.

This should be a test left by the war witch in order to test the battle body of the descendants of the witch clan who have obtained his precious blood.

If the strength of the battle body is insufficient, it is not allowed to step out of this place.

"Wu Clan," Yang Jian stepped out, his eyes scanned the surroundings, but he saw that there was a vast expanse between heaven and earth, where was there any blood mist, where was there any wind and sand?

There are sand dunes everywhere you look, and there is wind and sand everywhere.

Only the huge skull, which had been half covered by the wind and sand, still stood there, proving to Yang Jian that he had indeed been here.

Yang Jian was about to step forward to investigate, when a streamer of light fell from the sky, frightening his whole body.

But as the streamer approached, he felt a sense of intimacy.

"Master!?"

Yang Jian was surprised and delighted again, raised his hand and grabbed the streamer in his hand, but it was a palm-sized jade talisman.